The Henna Souq has a determinable atmosphere, defined by the wind in the leaves of its two plane trees and the towering building of the 13th Century Maristan at its heart. Lining the small square are little shops, some of them no bigger than three metre square, of which around half are cosmetic herbalists. There is also the old weighing scales, which are still used today when large quantities of herbs are brought here by merchants. It is the home to Simohammed, a friend to many in the city, who operates one of the shops alongside his brother. Always inviting visitors to sit and drink tea with him, it easily becomes a rest-stop on a day of earnest wanderings up and down the hills of the medina. The chance you get to sit in the presence of the square is often enough to reveal just a hint of its magic.
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These words may have been repeated a thousand times in a thousand different ways, but I’ve only recently really embodied these truths. It is ALL about the process, this life.
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Did you know, that at Cordoba, in the 9th century, the gardeners of Abd el-Rahman I built the first botanical garden on European soil?
Did you know, that it wasn’t until over 600 years later, that the same was attempted in Christian Europe?
Did you know, that the first tulip came to Europe via Turkey to Spain, 500 years before it was taken to Holland?
What if all the horticultural history of Europe you’ve read, was wrong?
Continue reading “On Andalusian Gardening: The Hidden Link in the Chain of Horticultural History”
The Interview Collection
I’m lucky to be surrounded by inspiring friends, and often take for granted that I get to have inspiring conversations on a daily basis.
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Distilling with Sherifa
It’s an overcast day in March, occasional clouds drizzling soft trills of rain onto the courtyard.
Optimistically, I set the alembic up in a corner, knowing that unless it pours, we’ll be safe under the cedar beamed edges of the open roof.
Continue reading “The Boiling Pot: Spirituality and Herbal Distillation”